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Hidden journaling reads: "So I took this covert trip to Seattle on the verge of Y2K. Without my parents' knowledge (kind of a big deal when they're still helping financially support you). I was dating a rather crazy guy, and so I did some rather crazy (and stupid) things myself. The trip was an emotional trainwreck; the final nail in the coffin of an already dead relationship. Almost every aspect of my journey was a diasater--except the beauty of the place. We camped out several nights, and although I will freely admit I hate camping, I loved the parks we stayed in and the grand sights we were afforded. I spent New Year's Eve, 1999, crying, alone, pissed off in the rain, unable to put up a tent by myself... but I gained an experience I might not otherwise have ever had. And discovered an unforgettable city and environment."